#headcanons. » mental wounds still screaming.

[feralweapon]

since its sinday... logan fucks in the woods. he is a woodsman at heart and he can let loose without worrying about breaking anything but trees.

[loveinhawkins]

a cherished headcanon I keep coming back to is that Eddie is very much invested in the school basketball team right up until the graduating class of ‘85 leaves. By an incredible series of mental gymnastics, he tries to convince himself that this has nothing to do with Steve Harrington’s presence on the team.

(And maybe Eddie avoiding the championship game of ‘86 in the near future will have more to do with Jason Carver being on the team, but that’s a sadder story for another time.)

The thing Eddie can easily admit he loves about the bigger games is the fleeting anonymity: while he’s got notoriety in Hawkins High, as soon as there’s a rival school involved he can blend into the crowd for a couple hours, lost in the roar of support.

It’s nearing the end of just such a tournament game when the ball accidentally goes flying into the crowd. Eddie’s reflexes kick in and he manages to catch it before it can take out the back row of the marching band.

The clock’s been stopped for a timeout—a kid on the rival team is injured—so more eyes are drawn to Eddie than normal as they find where the ball ended up. He feels acutely like a spotlight’s on him—holds the ball to his chest almost like he’s a part of the game himself.

A whistle cuts across the court. Steve Harrington.

He’s looking right at Eddie, raising his hands for the ball.

He has more than enough time to say something, some jeer that would well and truly break the spell of anonymity. But Eddie knows underneath the knee jerk worry that it’s not Steve’s style; it’s more the kind of thing Billy Hargrove and his ilk would do, and he’d thankfully been benched at halftime.

Eddie inhales then throws the ball, praying that he doesn’t end up smacking Steve in the face.

He doesn’t, thank God; Steve catches the ball smoothly, manages a thumbs up in thanks before the spotlight shifts back onto the game.

Eddie quietly sighs in relief, loses himself in cheering again.

They don’t win, but it’s still a good game. It’s like Eddie’s reasoning for campaigns: not everything needs to be an all-out victory for it to be entertaining.

The parking lot is a nightmare so he contents himself with waiting it out by his van while the worst of the crowds clear. It’s only when he hears a car door opening and closing nearby that he realises Steve is parked right next to him. Of course, of course he—

“Good catch back there, Munson,” Steve says, tossing his gym bag into his car. He notices something on one of the seats—Eddie can’t tell what it is, but he hears Steve mutter under his breath in benign exasperation, something about, “Dickheads, I keep telling them not to…”

“Yeah, thanks. All my years of training finally paid off.”

Steve makes a face at the build up of cars, chatting parents leaning out of their windows. “You could’ve been on the sub-team.”

“Kinda resent that you don’t think I’m star player material, Harrington.”

There’s the beginnings of a grin on Steve’s face. He has no right looking that smug for someone who’s just lost a game, Eddie thinks.

“Dude, I can hear you. You’re loud.”

Eddie wills his face not to flush. “You’ve got no proof.”

“Nah, just firsthand experience.”

“What, do you have ears like a bat?”

“Nope. Don’t need that to pick you out.” Steve chuckles to himself as he gets in the car, sits side-on to face Eddie as he speaks. “You’re worse than Tammy Thompson’s singing.”

“Uncalled for,” Eddie says, firmly locking away the part of his brain that’s screaming in embarrassment, because if he’s unable to fire off a comeback, he’ll actually never recover; he might as well go and tell Higgins that next year is already a wash, because he has to go and live in the woods—

“Hey, c’mon Munson, I didn’t say it was bad.”

“You implied it,” Eddie says, totally overselling the entire thing, like he’s been greviously wounded.

It works; Steve laughs, shakes his head.

“I didn’t,” he insists as he reverses out of his space. “I just meant it’s… distinctive.”

“Wow. Thank you.”

“That’s your whole shtick, man, don’t act like that wasn’t a compliment.”

“Sure. Eddie ‘Distinctive’ Munson, that’s me.”

And post-game sentiment must be in the air, because as Steve leaves the parking lot, he calls out the car window, bright and teasing, “Hey, maybe I’ll miss the cheering!”

But Eddie can’t be sure. Unlike Steve, he might be mishearing things.

[pretzel-box]

hello! do you perhaps do smut things? If so! Perhaps sebastian and his husband with some smut? I know hes married to..zerum but her toxicity in the servers been enough for me!!

if you dont do smut or dont want to do this PLSS sebastian comforting an anxious (male plspls) reader? Tysm!! You rock and i love ur feed!!

The memories of the drowning

words: 1k

status: barely proof-read

tags: male!reader, slightly sequel to Suffocated , married established relationship, mention of anxiety and panic & comfort in the end

author note: I'm probably one of the people that currently hate on the devs for their behaviour, which makes me write x reader stories in first place. Zerum isn't included in the game, which means she can't be married in canon to Sebastian. She's a real person, not a pressure character. So congrats, y'all can marry our beloved merchant in your own headcanons! ♡

Every time you close your eyes, the events of the past replay in the depths of your mind, vivid and unrelenting, replacing your dreams with painfully realistic memories. The horrors you faced in the Hadal Blackside refuse to fade, instead etching themselves deeper into your consciousness with every passing night.

The different screams echo endlessly in your ears, a cacophony of terror that leaves an uncomfortable ringing, dulling your senses. Your body, conditioned by the countless encounters with unspeakable horrors, twitches involuntarily at the memory of how the floors and walls shook violently with every terrible angler attack. The sensation of those tremors, the sickening anticipation of what was to come, still lingers in your muscles, a reminder that survival was never guaranteed.

At this point, you can't lie to yourself anymore. The time spent in the depths of the Hadal Blackside has mentally scarred you, leaving wounds that may never fully heal. The darkness of the ocean wasn't just physical; it had seeped into your mind, haunting you in the night when your body relaxes from the survival modus only to switch back into pure panic.

Sometimes, the weight of it all comes crashing down on you in the dead of night, overwhelming you with the sudden, terrifying realization that you are trapped in a facility full of death traps, thousands of feet below the surface. The oppressive pressure of the ocean above feels like it's bearing down on you even now, crushing you under its immense, suffocating weight. The knowledge that you are surrounded by darkness and danger, with no escape, no reprieve, gnaws at the edges of your sanity with each passing second, making the experience worse.

Your eyes rip themselves open as your whole body starts to tremble uncontrollably. Cold sweat drenches your skin, making the sheets cling to you like the tentacles that once threatened to drag you to your doom. Your hand clings to your shirt, grabbing it tightly as if the fabric could anchor you to reality, grounding you in the present and warding off the terror of your memories.

The breath hitches, coming in shallow, rapid gasps that only feed the growing panic. The ringing in your ears intensifies, drowning out any attempt to calm yourself, until it feels like your head might split open from the noise. Desperate to silence it, you press both hands over your ears, squeezing your eyes shut in a futile attempt to block out the memories, the sounds, the overwhelming fear that consumes you.

But even with your eyes closed, the darkness offers no comfort. Instead, it brings the images flooding back, the twisted, writhing forms of the creatures you barely escaped, the cold, uncaring walls of the underwater facility, the endless corridors that seemed to close in around you with each step.

The faint hint of fluorescent blue hovered in the corner of your eyes, casting a soft, eerie glow across the dimly lit room. It was a color that had once sent chills down your spine, a reminder of all the deaths you had experienced. But now, it had become a familiar presence, a sign that you were not alone.

Sebastian had stirred beside you, waking from his own troubled nap. Without a word, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close against his chest. The gesture was silent, but it spoke volumes. He knew the weight of the nightmares that plagued you, the way they clung to your mind. He couldn't lie, he was in a very similar spot, haunted by his own memories of the Hadal Blackside and all the things Urbanshade did to him.

As his arms encircled you, you felt the coldness of his body seep through your clothes, a stark contrast to the warmth of his embrace. Yet, instead of making you shiver, it grounded you, reminding you that you weren't lost in the darkness of your mind. He was here with you, sharing in the burden of those memories.

Sebastian held you tightly, as if trying to shield you from all the monsters that have threatened to pull you under. His other free arm moved gently, fingers threading through your hair in a soothing motion. The rhythmic, repetitive strokes were comforting, helping to slow the rapid pace of your heartbeat and calm the storm raging within you.

He didn't need to say anything. His presence alone was enough, a quiet assurance that you didn't have to face this alone. He understood your fear, your pain, because he had lived it too. The horrors of the deep had scarred you both, but in this moment, you found solace in each others company.

Gradually, the tension in your body began to ease. The panic that had gripped you loosened its hold, replaced by a fragile sense of peace. You closed your eyes, not to shut out the memories, but to focus on the feeling of Sebastians arms around you, his fingers in your hair, the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathed. His tail moved, wrapping itself around you, and you couldn't help but melt into his touch.

In the silence, you could hear a faint sound. But it was Sebastian’s heartbeat, slow and steady beneath your ear, that anchored you. With him, the memories didn't seem as overwhelming, the darkness not as suffocating. He was your lifeline, pulling you back from the brink.

"You're safe," he finally whispered, his voice barely audible but filled with certainty. "I got you." He leaned down, placed a gentle kiss on the top of your head, and nuzzled into your hair. "I keep you safe, didn't I promise you that in my wedding vow?"

You nodded against his chest, not trusting your voice to respond. His words were simple, but they carried a truth you desperately needed to hear, and you felt blessed to have such a protective husband. For now, it was enough. You were safe, wrapped in his arms, with the knowledge that whatever came next, you wouldn't have to face it alone.

Sebastian continued to hold you close, his touch gentle and reassuring, until the tremors in your body subsided completely. As you drifted off into a more peaceful sleep, the fluorescent blue light dimmed behind your eyelids, leaving you in a quiet, comforting darkness that was no longer filled with terror, but with the warmth of his presence beside you.

[satansdarlin]

can i request headcanons for the monster trio plus ace with a Fem!reader on her period?

Sure! Some of these are based off of personal experience of what my boyfriend does for me

Period headcanons (monster trio, plus ace)

Warnings: talk of blood (obv), slightly suggestive in ace's part.

Masterlist

Luffy

Man does not get it at first. Straight up thought you were dying.

But after some explanation from Robin, you, and Nami beating him, he finally gets it.

Still doesn't understand it in full but gets the most part

This man is now glued to you hip, even going as far as to deny playing games with usopp and chopper.

He kinda treats it like you are recovering from a injury

So obviously you need help with everything in his mind

Taking a bath? Now luffy has to sit in the bathroom and make sure you don't hurt yourself

Hungry? Omg so is he!

You wanna lay in bed all day? He's gonna cuddle you for most of it

Once he discovered the chocolate thing he made sure you had what kind you wanted.

In short luffy is the kind of boyfriend to constantly be beside you during your period if he can help it.

"Y/N can bleed for days and still be able to work! She's so cool right?!"

Sanji

Ngl man has been prepared for this day

He knows your cycle better than you do man

Like he is prepared with extra blankets

Red meats to help you recover the iron you loose

Mentally prepared for any mood swings you might have

And has stocked up on a stash of snacks just for you during this time

While he is the most attentive and loving during this he is also the absolute worst in the best way possible

He's just trying to be helpful and you know that

But he is also making you eat liver and kidneys because you need the protein and iron

Also the type to just straight up scream at anyone who bothers you during this

You are his baby. Gotta keep you safe and happy especially when you are aching

"Come on, sugar. Eat the kidneys it's good for you- LUFFY DONT YOU DARE EAT THAT"

"But she doesn't want it"

"Shut up stupid. Come on now honey eat the food I even have some chocolate chip cookies waiting after you finish this"

Zoro

Unbothered king

Straight up just doesn't care about bloody sheets or mood swings

He kinda thought you had a wound at first that you had hidden from him and freaked the fuck out

But after some explanation and him examining you just to be sure, he understood.

Makes you drink water the whole time

Does not care if you complain about being bloated. you are drinking those eight glasses a day

Naps with you during your sleepytimes

Will hold his hand on your stomach to apply pressure when you ask

But will also make jokes about you being his ketchup packet

Will go shopping for your tampons, pads, period cups. Doesn't know what any of them are so he asks Nami and robin for help

Comes back with something from every brand he could find and is now deeper in debt to Nami

Also straight up growled at someone when he could see they were annoying you???

He is now your social shield. Will tell someone where they can shove it if they don't fuck off and let you rest.

"607...608...609....610- oh. Nap time already? Alright alright I'm coming woman- did you just call me your cuddle bear? No I'm not blushing shut up"

Ace

Ahem. Ace? More like living heating pad.

More than happy to hold you the whole time

Nice and cozy against those warm man titties 🤌

Anyway. He is absolutely one of the best about things

Completely indifferent if you snap at him. Understands that you are just easily frustrated and also sympathizes with you cause he can't imagine feeling like he wasn't in control of his own emotions

Nap time? Great! He sleeps more than you.. actually he might have a iron deficiency now that I think about it

Warm hands on belly at all times

Will knead at your belly to help soothe out any cramps

None of these men care about blood. It's just the pirate way.

Has his red wings. You know what I mean ;)

"Here, lemme warm you up. Sh sh don't cry, you aren't bothering me at all baby"

[thesummerstorms]

IDK how I would want to introduce Annabeth exactly in my Annabeth Wayne AU. Like I have multiple ideas rotating through my brain at any given time.

They're all predicated on the idea that she didn't come back to Gotham intending to reunite with her family. She actually believes that she can't, as Dionysus made her swear an oath on the Styx her very first week at Camp, promising she wouldn't reveal the demigods to mortal heroes like the Justice League.

Instead, she's there trying to make peace with her past and get her head on straight after Tartarus tore open old wounds. But of course, somehow she ends up unwillingly reintroduced to the Bats and having to work out her abandonment issues/grief/resentment. Scenarios include but are not limited to:

Tim Investigates!!!

Returns to Gotham very shortly after Blood of Olympus, Will sends a brief message to Bernard Dowd, son of Apollo.

Bernard generally sucks at healing compared to his siblings, but any medic is better than none when dealing with things like the aftermath of Tartarus.

Bernard introduces her (truthfully!) to Tim as his 'acquaintance from summer camp' who he's keeping an eye on because she's had a bad time recently and a mutual friend asked him to look out for her. And she still looks bad (lost weight, limp, obviously sleep deprived) so Tim honestly doesn't question that part so much as wonder what exactly happened to her.

Bernard asks him to leave it alone, and Tim tries only because he's trying to prove that he can for his boyfriend who he loves very much.

But something about Annabeth's face is very familiar. (Headcanon she actually has a strong resemblance to the Kane side of the family, more so even than Bruce. Tims brain is putting together the resemblance to the manor portrait and possibly Batwoman, but he doesn't recognize that yet.)

Plus Annabeth gets spooked when she meets him and realizes who Bernard's boyfriend is. (She has more info than Tim does, obviously, even though it mostly comes from celebrity magazines stolen by Cabin 11 and Gotham news articles devoured while on quests). Her reaction intensifies Tim's curiosity, but it's too late to back out of the acquaintance without raising further suspicion.

Anyway, Tim FAILS at not investigating. Obviously. Not quite sure how it unravels from there, just that there's almost nothing on Anna Wayne in any records aside from Gotham's amber alerts because of the Mist.

Murder Scene on the Boat

This one is less thought out. It takes place in an AU where Bernard has already accidentally outed himself to Tim as a demigod.

Tim got very badly injured one day, made it home in a concussed daze, and Bernard freaked out badly enough to risk using the few Apollo-healing powers he does have.

Tim doesn't entirely GET the limited explanation he got from Bernard about that, but he's also hiding it from the rest of the BatFam because he doesn't want Bruce sticking his nose in it and possibly making things worse.

In this context, someone at Camp has called to let Bernard know that Annabeth is possibly headed for Gotham and that she's both mentally & physically in bad shape, but there's not actually much to be done because she hasn't made contact with him.

That is until Bernard goes into the deck of Tim's boat early one morning and finds Annabeth (possibly lead by Apollo's raven) bleeding out on the deck.

He screams for Tim until Tim wakes up and comes running with his staff in hand, but again Bernard is a mediocre healer at best and they have no nectar, so Tim has to call in for medical assistance.

Possibly Dick Grayson is near enough to respond for some reason (idk why, that part isn't important) and upon seeing the little sister he already thought was dead actively bleeding to death while Tim's supposedly human boyfriend is shaking and literally glowing trying to keep her alive, he promptly loses his shit.

They do get her medical care in time, obviously, Dick keeps it together enough to help with that, but as soon as she's out of immediate danger he full on blue screens.

Bio Sibling Meeting

Damian Wayne can see through the Mist not *entirely* but more easily than most mortals due to the Lazarus Pit. (Both growing up around it and having been revived in it.) He has largely kept this to himself.

That is until some sort of extra dangerous monster (that has in fact been tracking Annabeth, not that he knows that) realizes he can see them and takes an interest. He doesn't smell like a demigod, but he also doesn't smell entirely human (Lazarus Pit) so the monster mistakes him as a possiblly lower-effort snack.

Damian attempts to defend, but given that his sword isn't celestial bronze, it goes poorly.

Annabeth, who has been hiding nearby with her invisibility cap, trying to buy enough time for some ambrosia to kick in, is forced back into the fight and defends him. Possibly she gives him some sort of spare weapon (because after Tartarus she doesn't carry just one blade).

They do manage to fight it off, and Damian demands answers. Annabeth clearly recognizes him, not just Robin, but him, and it's freaking him out.

She dons her cap and runs again rather than give those answers and Damian isn't able to stop her for whatever reason.

However, she's been purely in the Mythic world for long enough she isn't thinking about DNA, and Damian is able to pull a blood sample after calling Nightwing (again, because I love to torture him in these scenarios and also he's the only one on good terms with the whole family who knows her) for back up

Nightwing gets nervous when Damian describes the girl (and her eyes in particular). Bruce is off world, so he's the only one present to have a melt down when the DNA profile comes back.

There is a version where somehow Damian has had visions of parts of Annabeth's quests (because Talia knew what Annabeth was and did some DNA manipulation? Because Hestia needed a Hail Mary to fix this family? IDK) so he actually recognizes her at least that much, but doesn't know her name or why he's seen her.

He's been mentally calling her Arsinoe and assumed she was the one to use some magic to forge the connection. He knows about Tartarus, but doesn't have any context to correctly interpret it.

None of that leads him to connect her to his missing older half-sister who Talia spoke about twice and who Bruce never spoke of at all- until he sees Grayson's reaction.

It stirs up some old fear and jealousy, yes- but he also recognizes she saved him and wants to know what the hell is going on. He begins investigating.

Unlucky

Annabeth's inherited shit luck from both parts of her family, so it's not even a monster attack that outs her. She gets caught by accident in a rogue attack and gets hit because she turned back to protect a civilian rather than rely on her own training to try and get clear.

Scarecrow and Fear Toxin could actually be so fun for this specific scenario, but idk, haven't thought out a lot of specifics.

Nightwing is in Gotham currently. (Because I want to torture Dick Grayson specifically.)

(Because the idea of the scared older brother who finds the sibling he lost only when he's actively losing them again is too much fun.)

Because it's either him, Bruce, or Jason, and I figure Jason is estranged and I'm not gonna get the outwardly emotional response I want from Bruce.

So Nightwing is the one to get her and the civilian she was trying to protect extracted from the scene. And in this case he's *not* actually sure why she seems so familiar at first because there's a lot going on and in his mind Anna Wayne most likely died tragically at the age of 7 because Gotham wouldn't be kind to a runaway child that young.

It isn't until he's going through her bag, trying to find something to ID her with or some sort of med alert ID or medication (because she's having a really bad reaction) that he accidentally finds a few identifying artifacts.

Specifically, he Jason's copy of The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, which Jason had been reading to Anna when he died, and went missing from the manor when she did.

Which prompts Dick to look through a small bag which is mostly filled with drachma- but also contains an elephant shaped charm from the bracelet he had given her on the last birthday he ever celebrated with her.

Batman *is* in Gotham for this one, purely so he can hear the way Nightwing's voice breaks when he says suddenly "Bruce-"

(and all the others startle because Nightwing never breaks the rule about names in the field)

"Bruce, it's Anna. It's Anna."

(If it was Scarecrow toxin that got her, Batman thinks Nightwing must be hallucinating, too. Right up until Oracle pulls the feeds to see what's going on with Nightwing and the girl and starts swearing.)

[heartfeltcherie]

hiya! I wanted to know if you could either do

A) An Alastor x G/N Reader angst thing where he’s having a 🤩mental💕breakdown🤞 and just…sobs to them while hugging them kinda? Idk I’m just feeling like a comfort/angst mood rn

OR

B) Platonic headcanons of Lucifer x Teen!Reader where he basically adopted them.

IF YOU CANNOT THAT IS AOK, IM JUST BEGGING YOU PLEEEAAASSSEEE

— i kinda went a different route but i hope u enjoy nonetheless!

☾. °.   ࿐  ` , •

the battle wasn’t supposed to end like this.

alastor was the one who should’ve killed adam. alastor was the one who was supposed to to leave a mark on that disgusting angel.

but here he was, sat on the floor in his beaten up radio tower, his wound open and leaving itty bitty cirlces of blood where he previously walked. he was rethinking his steps; how could i have possibly lost that?

he was distracted.

not only when his precious staff broke, but the entire time he was going back and forth with adam… he was thinking about you.

where were you during the fight? were you okay? were you hurt? you were still alive right?

you’re his darling doe, of course you’d still be alive.

because if you got hurt, or somehow ended up dead, he’d be ready to hunt down those idiotic extermination angels and use their screams in his next broadcast for everyone to know that-

“alastor?”

his eyes are wide and he didn’t even realize he was tugging on his hair, his face damp from… tears? what is this? he doesn’t shed tears, only his selected victims do. he stiffens up, takes his fingers out of his hair and stands up.

it hurts. the gash hurts. but he won’t let his face show it.

but you already know.

“mon cher… you’re alive. i knew my little doe would make it through” that’s a lie, he didn’t. he just hoped you would- is that a bruise around your eye? and a scar on your cheek? those bastards.

“i needed to. i had to get back to you, somehow”

oh, how his heart flutters at your little statement.

“oh, my dear…” alastor puts a gentle hand on your face, examining the bruise and scar at a closer angle. “they hurt you. i’m terribly sorry i wasn’t there in your defence” you put your hand around alastor’s wrist. “you don’t need to be sorry, al. you were busy with more important things” he hums. “to me, nothing is more important than you, doe”

you smile softly up at him. then your eyes trail down his body and the smile is quickly replaced with a frown.

“alastor, you’re bleeding! oh my god!” a surge of panic goes through you, acting as if your beloved deer demon might pass away in your arms if you didn’t act quickly. alastor chuckles, trying not to wince as he does so. “my dear, no need for all the dramatics. i’m perfectly fine! hardly a scratch!” you squint your eyes at him — now was not the time for his antics.

“if you don’t make bandages appear right now, i’m not gonna have tea with you in the morning for the rest of the week”

alastor rolls his eyes but complies nonetheless, snapping his fingers as some bandage rolls appear out of thin air. he hands you them; he’ll be even more damned if he doesn’t get to spend his morning quality time with you.

“sit” you notion to the chair he usually sits in. he follows your instructions as you kneel in front of him to get at a better angle.

you begin to put the roll of cloth material around your beloved deer demon’s wound, making sure it’s not too tight but also not too loose. you look up every once in a while to see his beautiful irises already looking at you and suddenly your fingers become clumsy and your a blushing and shy mess.

“nifty killed adam, by the way” you pipe up. “ahh, the little one finally got to stab something other than bugs” you finish wrapping the bandage around him, securing it with the clip it came with.

“it’s a good thing she did, otherwise i would have. when your shield broke, everyone… i thought… you were”

“dead?”

you don’t say anything, continuing to look at a nice piece of floor board that you suddenly thought was interesting while you were still kneeling on the floor in front of alastor. he uses his pointer finger to tilt your chin up.

“my dear. my darling doe,” all those pet names made your face feel like molten lava — and you’re sure you looked the part, too. “you should know that, of all beings, adam wouldn’t have been able to kill me. he’s far too messy and lacks control”

“but your wound? he got to you”

alastor stands up from his chair, putting his hand out for you to take. of course you do, and his hand is nice and warm compared to yours as he guides you up off the floor. he’s still holding your hand as his thumb glides over your knuckles in a soothing manner.

everyone would call you crazy if you said the feared radio demon was gentle with you; so soft and careful. but the butterflies in your tummy and the flutter of your heart says that it was all meant to be… for you.

“that’s hardly a topic of conversation, mon chérie. a worthy discussion, if i may,” he puts his empty hand, that isn’t holding yours, up against your cheek, cupping it. he uses his thumb on that hand to gently caress your skin. “is how… ravishing… you still look. even after the tell tale signs of a battle” you can’t help but to lean into his touch.

“and there you go, changing the topic of conversation, again” you sigh, eyes half lidded. “i don’t hear any complaints from your end” you shake your head because no… there wasn’t anything to complain about.

“not one bit, al. not one bit”

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[sailorsplatoon]

Does Acht ever have to treat 4 for injuries after she goes on missions? If so how does Acht feel about it?

Oh Acht absolutely helps Four with injuries. 

Four, while being the strongest in the NSS (it’s canon now!!!), is very reckless. Their strategy is often “charge in headfirst and beat everyone up.” This doesn’t always work out well, and they often end up with injuries. Usually nothing major, a couple of cuts, maybe a sore shoulder, but Acht still wants to help in any way they can. They will treat Four’s wounds for infections, give them medicine if they need it, etc.

I like to headcanon that Acht specialized in medicine in the Octarian army and retained some of that information despite slacking off and skipping class often. They use their knowledge from that to help Four.

Acht really doesn’t like seeing Four coming home hurt. It really worries them. They want Four to be safe and healthy. Seeing your partner walking home covered in their own blood doesn’t exactly scream “safe and healthy”. They try to convince Four to be less reckless, but they know they’ll never listen. However, Acht does enjoy being able to help Four heal from their injuries. They want to do whatever they can to make Four’s recovery easier, and treating their wounds is a perfect way to do it. 

Thank you for the ask!!! I really like the mental image of Acht bandaging up one of Four’s wounds after a hard mission. It just works.

[imkillerbae]

Bedroom Ball (Chamber Valorant x GN!Reader)

You wake from a nightmare. Chamber decides to cheer you up.

For this fic, I suggest you listen to ‘Go Downstairs to the Blue Moon, Buy Some Fried Chicken’ by Bubble Tea and Cigarettes when the fic tells you to.

Words: 1.3k

CW: Fluff, sweet Chamber, simping for each other. All that good stuff. A bit self-indulgent fic again cuz I am such a Chamber simp. Also because the Yoru headcanons I made weren’t fluffy at all. Call it overcompensation.

Requests are open.

“Where is he!?” You shout through the comms, but all you hear back is white noise and fragments of whatever was said on the other side. You were left on A site, alone, Skye and Sage both bleeding to death behind you. Think, think! You yell at yourself mentally. From what you could tell, everyone else was mowed down by the enemy Reyna. And you worried that Chamber would be among the dead.

“Mon amour,” you hear Chamber call out, and you snap your head towards his voice. “Chamber? Wh-where—” and there you see him by a dark tunnel, smiling. You smile desperately and run to him. “Chamber! You’re safe!” You yell eagerly, but before you could reach him, he’s knifed in the back. He looks at his wound, then back at you. “Run,” he mouths before collapsing. You scream as you feel a sharp metal coldness on your back.

“Ahh!” You gasp, sitting up and panting heavily. Vincent sits up as well and reaches for the sheriff under his pillow, but seeing that you were safe, he moves his hand to his glasses instead. “Ma cherie, is everything alright? Did something happen?” He turns on the lamp, and the low orange glow spreads inside the room. The AC was already turned of but it was still cool around you.

He squints at you, and he sees that you are sobbing, wiping tears away from your cheeks. He sits up properly and pulls you into his arms while you cry. “Ah, my love, what happened?” He asked again, feeling you up to check if anything was wrong, but all he got was your fast heartbeat.

“A-a bad dream… a nightmare…!” You started, and he sighs, dismissing it. “It was only a nightmare love. Nothing else. There there,” he coos, but you pull away from his comfort. “No you don’t understand! It was about everyone… everyone died, S-sage was bleeding… you were…” You couldn’t finish and sobbed harder.

Chamber rubbed your back and pulled you back into his arms again. He felt bad for dismissing it. He never really had bad dreams, and if he did, it didn’t really affect him much. But seeing you sob this hard about it, he felt like that dream dealt with something you feared the most.

“I was…?” He asks you to continue, and you sniff. “You were stabbed by something, someone… you told me to run but I didn’t, I didn’t want to leave you…” You cried, crying into his bear chest. “I couldn’t, it felt so real… and then something also stabbed me…” you finish, leaning into him as you calmed down.

He leaned his head into yours and rubbed your shoulders. He didn’t know how to comfort you over something that never really happened. But he understood why you were upset. Seeing the people you love dead around you isn’t really the most ideal thing to see.

You had a soft heart. Sometimes he wondered if you were really cut out for the protocol. Not in a sense that he doubted your abilities; far from it. You were a badass in his eyes, giving intel and sight for him to maximize his weapons. But he was more concerned for your mental health. For him, it was easy to overlook the similarities between his teammates and the enemy, given his prolonged experience with his own double. But you? You always seemed to be hesitant.

He holds your cheek softly, wiping away the tears with his thumb. His hands were rough from the constant tinkering, but you held them against your cheek with your own hand. Your breathing calmed but you were still upset. “I-I’m sorry… it just felt so real…” You try not to sob again, so Chamber pulls your face to his and kisses your nose, then your lips. “Mon bijou, it is not real, je promets. It never will be. I am too fabulous to die.” He jokes as he stares lovingly into your eyes, tucking your hair behind your ear, and you chuckle at him, kissing his lips. “What did I do to deserve you?” You say quietly, and Chamber widens his eyes.

I think it’s the other way around, he thought to himself.

“You are the most kind and beautiful soul I have ever met. Even Reyna would agree with me on that,” he rubs your cheek, tilting his head. He meant it. You were the light of the protocol, along with Jett and Phoenix. The three of you kept the protocol sane by being the most optimistic ones. But he believes everyone would agree that if there was one person that made this whole thing bearable, it was you. Your warmness was something that the whole place needed, even Viper was charmed.

He couldn’t believe you were his, and his alone. To see you in your strongest days, and even at your weakest.

Chamber turns to turn on the stereo, and music plays. A slow rhythm with a mellow melody. “Can you stand my love?” He asks you as he stood off the bed, holding his hand out. The dim orange lamp was the only light you had in the room. In this light, Chamber looked awfully beautiful. He took a lot of time to take care of his body, and that was clear as day, even in this dark room. He was only wearing his loose boxers that hung by his waist, while you wore his large shirt.

“My love, I know I am the most beautiful creature in the world other than yourself, but save your gaze for my eyes. Mes yeux sont pas en bas. They are up here.” He quips, and you shake your head. Was I staring? You scold yourself. “Yes, I can get up. What for?” You grab hold of his hand and stand in front of him. He smiles down at you tenderly, pulling both your arms up to his neck. “I’d like to remind you where you are right now: in my arms, dancing in my room. No where else, not in that stupid dream, or in any mission.” He rests his hands on either side of your waist. He pinches you, and you yelp, slapping his arm. “Hey!”

“See? You are in the real world!” He chuckles, moving you both to the slow rhythm of the song.“And in the real world, I am here with you. While I am alive, no harm will come to you. I swear it on my life. Forever,” he pulls you close as the music surrounds you, and you smile at him. You wrap your arms around his neck properly while you moved your feet in synch with his.

🎶 Do you wanna go upstairs to my bedroom, dancing to red moon? 🎵

You both dance quietly, the music sending you into your own reality, where everything is well, and it was only the two of you. His heart felt very happy. You were both happy to have each other. Especially him, as he thought he’d never find someone to commit to, ever in his life.

“Do you feel me with you, hun?” He asks as his forehead lays on yours. “Yes, and I know where I will always long to be.” You reply, chuckling to yourself. He whispers your name lovingly, holding you closer. “I love you. Stay with me, mon tesor. Here, in this reality.”

“I love you too. I can’t wait to spend this reality with you forever, Vincent.”

(A/N: Hope you enjoyed. I think this is the sign for me to write some angst. I wanna see Chamber and the reader suffer. And maybe some sickly fluff for Yoru to compensate for the FUBU headcanons)

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can I request a yandere Infinite?? Just please make him a little softer to his darling, I need to pet the dog in sonic forces so bad thank you♡♡

General Yandere Infinte Headcanons

Oh you sweet summer child, I actually feel bad for you

CW: Kidnapping, implied gore

I am seriously sorry for you anon, but the softest you’re gonna get out of this guy is a life of endless torture with a jackal the refuses to let you go, or even grant you the mercy of death. This doesn’t mean that he isn’t capable showing you love, it’s just that this man probably is occupied feeding his own ego to show you any real signs that he cares for you. He much prefers to believe that he just keeps you around like a toy just to amuse himself, the despair in your face is just too delicious for him after all, he’s certainly never going to get bored “playing” with you. Sadly for you that means both physical and psychological torture until he gets bored again and tosses you aside.

You too most likely met when he was destroying a city to aid Eggman in his ambition to conquer the world. Normally, in most cases he would’ve just seen you as yet another worm squirming pathetically for its life, but there was just something…special about you. The way you just kept clinging to your miserable life despite not having any chance of surviving an encounter with him was just so pathetic, so desperate, and so oddly captivating. Since then, he just can’t keep thinking about you, about how you would look if he twisted of all your bones simultaneously, or burned you alive, the possibilities are endless.

The fact that he can’t stop thinking about you in his own messed up way, frustrates him to no end. Compared to you, anyone else he tortures or mercilessly kills just fall flat compared to you, he just can’t satisfy his lust for power and crushing the weak anymore, he hates it. In his most frustrated days he can’t stop rambling to any stranger that’s unlucky enough to stumble upon the furious jackal, telling them about everything he plans to do to you once he finds you. Perhaps he says a bit too much to said strangers as their fear slowly turns into confusion, but Infinite doesn’t have the energy to care about that, dead men tell no tales after all.

If you decide to be foolish enough to join the resistance, congratulations, you just increased your chances of Infinite capturing you and make you live the rest of your life through a living hell. If he sees you in one of your futile missions to stop him and Eggman, he’ll ignore any orders he was given by the doctor and prioritize your capture. It’s not like it would take him too long anyways, with the power of the Phantom Ruby, killing anyone near you, finish his job and locking you up in a cell isn’t going to be a big deal to him. And if his “boss” has any complains about how much time he’s “wasting” with you. Infinite might just as well…get rid of the real nuisance that’s getting on his way.

The first days of your imprisonment will be hell incarnate. Days will feel like an eternity as he takes out all pent-up frustration on you, as he does some thing that are not apt for the faint of heart, you would need a soul of steel to be able to go through all of that and not have a mental break down, even then be certain that you would not come off unscathed. Eventually his “playtime sessions” would become more of a routine, as he would laugh maniacally while submitting you to various  types of “punishment” for you to learn how to behave, he can’t have his favorite toy disrespecting him now, so sit still and let him hear your screams as he experiments with the Phantom Ruby.

Despite all of the above, he can be gentle with you sometimes, as long as you behave. After all, he can’t let his precious little doll break beyond repair, otherwise playing with you won’t be as fun. So, every once in a while, he’ll personally take care of any wounds that are taking a long time to heal, and treating you like a porcelain figure for the rest of the day. Even then, this ultimately brings you more harm than good, messing with you psychologically, like a more messed up version of the carrot and the stick method. Behave, and perhaps the next time he “plays” with you won’t be so bad, he might even take care of you right after, just like this, continue your disobedience and he’ll make sure you have multiple close calls with death in a single day, let alone the entire week.

If you’re insistent on defying him and putting up against his torture, please, just please, if not for your own sake then at least for everyone else’s, don’t call him weak. You’re just begging for the worst death imaginable at this point, and even death is a mercy compared to what will happen next. You see, despite this guy’s huge superiority complex, he still has trauma from the last time he was called that. The last thing he wants is to be reminded of how scared he was back then. Yet here you were, bruised and battered, and somehow still having the guts to call him weak? All I’m able to say now is that what will happen next will probably belong to the sake section. Just consider yourself lucky if you’re still alive.

Once the genius Dr. Eggman conquers the world, his victory will prove to be short-lived as the mercenary turned weapon inevitably turns on him. From then on, a world by Eggman will look like paradise compared to what will happen next. With the Phantom Ruby at his disposal, reality will soon turn to a nightmare fuel where you can’t distinguish fact from fiction. As for you, well, things don’t change, he might let you go outside from your cell, though you should really think it through before going out into the hell you used to call home. Infinite has made himself you eternal tormentor, and he will make sure you stay forever by his side in the eternal nightmare. If you're lucky you'll get to head pat him if he feels merciful enough.

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Hello, you know that luxiem and noctyx are from the past and present. if you write angst or hurt/comfort, may I request a any character you want x reader, where in the process of time travel, they lost reader. It can end in angst or be hurt/comfort, whichever you want.

However if you don't wrote angst, may i request a short reader headcanon with whoever you like.

We Were Timeless

Genre: Angst

TW: despair, drinking, mental breakdown

Word Count: 575

Includes: Yugo x gn!Reader, Luca x gn!Reader (separate)

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Yugo Asuma:

It hurt... It hurt so badly...

You knew there was a chance he'd leave, you knew he was from the future and was randomly transported here. There was always a risk that one day, you'd wake up and he'd be gone.

You just never expected that day to be today.

Yugo had stated multiple times how much he wanted to stay if there was ever a possible way, he wanted to show you his world yes, even if it was wrong, even if it wasn't the prettiest, but he knew he could never bring you there, because he had no idea how to return and it was too dangerous. He'd feel useless if you were somehow hurt or taken. He would spend hours telling you about what he did enjoy from the future though, how he got to play his music, being part of the hope for humans as androids took over. Despite doing everything right though, he was still silenced. He would never bring you to that kind of world, if he could help it.

Maybe that's why tears couldn't stop pouring as you desperately clutched the headphones left behind, as you screamed and sobbed into the phone, gentle voices coming from the other end as Uki and Fulgur tried to calm you. They had no clue where their friend had vanished, only assuming it was back to his original timeline after a second thought.

He loved you, he had said hundreds of times that he loved you, so why did he leave? Was it willingly? Forcedly? Where was your beloved DJ now...?

Was he truly gone and never to return...?

What about all the plans, the promised dates, celebrating your 1st year anniversary, the engagement ring that resided in his bedside table...

Where had he gone, and would he ever find a way back to you? Back home...?

Luca Kaneshiro:

He knew it was wrong, sitting at a bar drowning away his sorrows, but it was the only way he knew how to cope in a new world that he was unfamiliar with, alone...

He was completely alone, without his family, without his sister, without you...

It was quiet, well as quiet as a club could be, multiple girls and guys had tried to make attempts on him, but all were completely ignored. Any drinks sent his way we're turned down or poured into the drain of the bartender's sink. He didn't want to see anyone, he didn't want to talk to anyone, he just wanted to go home.

Closing out his tab, Luca was left alone once more, wandering the streets, missing everything he no longer had in this future. Anyone could see the polaroid he pulled out, the tears that fell into the fluffy fur of his coat, and the soft sobs as your scent flooded his senses. He didn't want to be alone anymore, he missed the Lucubs, he missed Lucy. As much as Luxiem helped, they weren't you. He missed the way you'd run up to him as he returned from a mission, doting on every visible wound, wanting nothing more than to help him.

Maybe one day, he'd be able to feel your touch again, to feel the curve of your body next to his as you both lay to rest, the sound of your laugh as he wins a joke argument.

Maybe one day, he'll get to replace the engagement ring with a wedding band...

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Authors Note: I know Yugo is no longer part of Noctyx, I wasn't even planning on writing for Noctyx due to lack of knowledge, but I loved Yugo, a lot of people loved Yugo. We were heartbroken to see him go so if any time there's a Niji/Indie request for Yugo or U-san, I will gladly write it.

[feralweapon]

Headcanon: Languages

Despite what it seems, Logan knows a few languages fluently. As a child, he had private tutors and thus, was adept in Polish, Ukrainian, and Inuktitut. He doesn't remember those. However, the languages he does use often are: Japanese, French/French-Canadian, and conversational German.

His German is pretty rusty. Logan understands it more than he speaks it now. Usually, only converses in German with Kurt since he gets very happy when he does.

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I apologize if this is like weird or anything so just ignore this if it bothers you, but all this talk about palewear and quadrant holidays is reminding me of this one joke I saw once where it was something like "marriage counselors are just Ashen prostitutes," and now I can't stop thinking about what it would look like in Alternian society for prostitutes of the conciliatory quadrants.

Like every time I just start cracking up bc like how would that even work. If you have an established business how do you advertise that. If you're trying to attract clients with how you dress in public what's the difference between wearing something that *suggests* your line of work vs the conciliatory equivalent of standing in the middle of Walmart in lingerie. I guess how you'd view stuff paleways would depend on how important you'd headcanon papping as a biological need vs a social expectation but the fact that it's literally supposed to be the most emotionally intimate, or at least requires the most trust, is like. How the fuck do you even have a one night stand. Like how does that work. I'm giggling just thinking about it.

Anyways sorry for rambling in your inbox but tl;dr What are your thoughts on conciliatory prostitution?

this is the funniest ask i’ve ever gotten

i would say the line between therapists and conciliatory prostitution is the fact that therapists are more of a health/medical thing… by definition a therapist usually finds a mental medical problem of yours and helps with it the way a doctor would help with something physically

IRL, getting bandaged up by someone can be either professional (ie at a doctors office) or unprofessional/erotic, (ie after a battle your crush is tending to your wounds and keeps making eye contact and leaning in very close…) so in human society there are already cases of things that can be medical or romantic depending on literally just context and vibes

a therapist is going to be in a clinical office, their room is not going to lend itself to a troll’s comfort in a way that screams romance— a therapist is NOT going to be anywhere near a pile, for instance, though they might prescribe that activity to their patient lol

meanwhile an actual conciliatory prostitute… you’re right that it would be a little strange, and maybe hollow, given that proper moirallegiance is supposed to involve the most amount of knowledge + trust out of any other quadrant.

but, consider that matespritship— and human romance, here— involves trust and emotional attachment as well, usually! and yet prostitution still exists…. because it’s about the physical aspect of romance alone, for people who need to get that energy out occasionally

so let me postulate that conciliatory prostitution would be the same— focused only on the physical parts of the relationship.

therefore, a pale prostitute would really be more like a masseuse than a therapist. they’d ask you questions about your life, of course, get you in a pile and listen to you talk for a bit before massaging you and getting your tension out; you know, there’s got to be foreplay. but it would likely feel somewhat hollow and businesslike as opposed to… you know, an actual pile session with a moirail. sort of the same as concupiscent prostitution

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Hello, I'm back, how are you? I'm going to tell you some headcannons of my parents who are divorced and at the same time married 🥰 that is, Sherlock and John

1 headcannon- although Sherlock can know everything just by seeing a few things about you, something happened to him when he met John about his nightmares and this was a relief for John because he wouldn't have to explain any of them Things he doesn't want to remember but this wasn't always going to remain a secret. One day John and Sherlock were so tired after a case that they sat on the couch and fell asleep. During the night John woke up ecstatic, agitated, crying and screaming This made Sherlock wake up when he saw John started to ask him if he was okay but John didn't answer, he was still agitated To the point that he couldn't take his hands out of his eyes, Sherlock didn't know what to do so he approached John and started making circles on his back to calm him down. After a while John calmed down and started to breathe normally "are you okay?" Sherlock said normally he wouldn't ask that but this wasn't normal "yes I'm fine Sherlock don't worry" "I'd better go to my room, sorry for wake you"he said as he got up "don't stay here" said Sherlock grabbing John's hand "come stay on the couch" "seriously Sher I'm fine"

"It didn't seem like a while ago" Sherlock said as he got up to make some tea. "Take this and it will make you feel better although I doubt it" while giving John tea "thank you"

When he finished the tea he looked at Sherlock and saw that he was also looking at him "but-" "what happened to you? I've never seen you like that" "it doesn't matter, I don't want to explain" "it's okay" they stayed silent for a while until That John fell asleep when he saw this Sherlock decided to do the same and keep a mental note about what happened tonight.

I said headcannon and it ended up being more of a one-shot 😎 Now yes

Headcanon 2-Sherlock is jealous but it's nothing to worry about but if he is flirting with his beloved Watson stay 5 meters away

Headcanon 3-John is Sherlock's personal doctor every time Sherlock gets hurt. In any case, John is there to heal their wounds 🥰

Headcanon 4- Sundays are this couple's day, they both give each other something for each other!! ️��

Until then, I hope you are having a good day or evening, whatever goes well for you 🥰

[alchxmical-rxduction]

So, Wrath holds a place near and dear to my heart, because of many many reasons I can't explain on the internet without this turning into a vent post LMAO. So here's a list of my projecting on him, surrounded with non-projection headcanons. Small-text because. Wall.

Physical

Wrath, because of the way he was created, is one of the only homunculi who actively scars. Not as much as a human would, but noticably more than the rest of the homunculi.

On that topic, after Sloth's death, where Wrath was fused with Sloth during the ethanol incident is still scarred, and this never fades. Many of his scars do eventually, faster than human scarring, but this doesn't. Neither do the scars around his automail from between the anime finale and COS. Because of the effects of the gate, those wounds will never fully heal.

Because of his ethanol-incident damage, his hearing on that side is a little fuzzy, and his jaw/inner ear are prone to pains- his vision's a little fuzzy as well.

Speaking of pain! Wrath has like. No pain tolerance compared to the others. He can take a beating just like the rest of the homunculi but he crashes hard. Once he reaches a certain point, whether his nodes are targeted or not, he essentially shuts down. He never passes out entirely, but he does become unaware and unresponsive. (Unfortunately for everyone involved, it takes him a really long time to enter this state during the automail port surgery.)

Mental/Emotional

Wrath needs to be part of a family in some way. He was literally made to be somebody's child. There is nothing so angry as a child who doesn't get what he wants. And all he's ever wanted, all he's ever known, is a desire for family that wants him, someone he can cling to. A son, a brother. He has to be something along those lines, or he is lost.

When Izumi dies between the '03 finale and COS, Wrath has no clue why he's upset. Why it hurts so much. Pinako says it's grief when Winry brings him back to Resembool for maintenance, but it can't be that- he hated Izumi, still hates her. It doesn't make sense.

He sleeps so little partially because of his own sheer will- he can't sleep or he'll dream of the gate, of screaming and crying babies, of his body being ripped apart- be it the first time to gift him Edward's limbs, or the second time to take them away.

When Wrath sacrifices himself in COS, it's to see his mommy. It's the only thing he knows, and there are only two women who could be Mommy: Izumi, or Sloth. But he's come to understand that Sloth never wanted to be his mommy. She was simply doing her job, both the one she was made for (to be Ed and Al's mom) and the one Dante gave her (keep Wrath under control). Izumi is his mother, and in the end, he is desperate to accept it. He's tired of hiding, he just want his mother's embrace.

[dcwnthercbbithcle]

SMALL SALLY HEADCANON DUMP TO END OFF THE SMALL HEADCANONS MEME :

No one asked me for this but I’m ending it on a final hurrah of stuff I really want to share.

SALLY DOES HAVE THE SOULS OF THE MEN WHO KILLED HER. Though, admittedly, it was / is sadistic of her to hold onto them. They were grunts, in debt to the wrong people and forced in ‘kill or be kill,’ Sally knew they didn’t want any part of what happened, Sally KNEW that in some way, after the sadist of the group had ripped her to shreds, that the others regretted it and had no stomach to face what they had done. That’s why they put that pillowcase back over her head, that’s why they left her in a faux burial position. AND YET, none of that even made Sally HESITATE before raising hell she’d put each through. Unwilling perpetrator or not, she wouldn’t forgive them, no matter how hard they may try to appease her.

SALLY DID NOT KILL THEM QUICKLY. Remember how in the past I mentioned Sally’s infection / haunting / general mental torment of people can last from at the least a day to up to 40 years? They received the 40 year treatments. A quick death is a mercy— Sally knows that once their life is snubbed, there is no heavenly comfort or hellish torment to await them for their crimes: the only hell that exists is that on earth, when you are at the mercy of people with power over you.

SALLY CAN, THEORETICALLY LEAVE THE GROUNDS OF CROTUS PRENN, SHE JUST DOESN’T WANT TO. She refuses to leave her patients alone and unprotected. It’s irrational of course given they’re dead, but still. Strong must protect the sweet.

SALLY CONTINUES TO WEAR HER PILLOWCASE AS A FORM OF PSYCHOLOGICAL WARFARE. Now, you gotta keep in mind, Sally is unaware of the fact that with each hunt, she’s tailing after complete strangers who have done nothing to her. In her mind, she believes she is hunting the higher ups of Crotus Prenn she could never catch without abandoning her post at the hospital. The operators, the security that night, the ones who knew, the ones who organized it. They’re who she wants, and they hold obvious emotions regarding her murder and their knowledge about it.

Whether guilt or trauma, the end result is the same, she lives in their mind rent free, but the torment that their own minds play against them is limited. They saw the end result— her body in that shallow grave, face covered and already dead. They heard the stories. But… they never looked closer, they never saw under the pillowcase, so what haunts them is only what they know. And Sally both knows and plays with that, she plays with their own guilt, hence why to them, she appears EXACTLY as they left her that night but worse. Mummified in places, rotting terribly in others. It’s impactful, it’s what they remember and what their imagination has always filled in, and what’s worse is they have no idea if it’s a ghost or only their mind haunting them and tearing itself with guilt or remorse or self-punishment. Sally won’t let them know either way, from the time she sees them to the time she kills them by hook or hand, she won’t let them see her face. Now if only she was ACTUALLY targeting the people that would be impacted by this…

SALLY’S SCREAMS OF AGONY SOUND AWFUL, I mean we’ve all heard the inhale sounds but it’s indescribable. Each wound from her throat to her mouth that’s rotted open leaves sound whistling out like wind through a half closed door, and the human quality of a recognizable voice is lost beneath it all.

REGARDING THE ROTTING: SHE DOES CONTROL IT. Sally can and does pull the librarian Ghost from ghostbusters in the sense that she can let herself rot away physically to nothing but bone and dried viscera, or she can appear as she was in life— albeit discoloured due to a lack of blood flow. HOWEVER, Sally rarely if ever feels a desire to look less… horrific. She’ll do it around the spirits of her patients to keep them at ease or when The Entity demands it of her for their skins. But mostly she sees no need. Why do you deserve to see her as she was in life?

I WILL ADD THOUGH: NO MATTER HOW MUCH SHE CAN TURN BACK THE TIME ON HER ROT, SHE CANNOT GIVE HERSELF BACK HER EYES

SALLY SMELLS NICE, like, really nice. Fragrant, intoxicating & oddly medicine-like. Akin to potent perfume and mothballs. To the point where the aroma that follows her can cancel out the smells of other odorous objects in a room. Though maybe that may have to do with the function of Spencer’s Last Breath.

SALLY SADLY DOESN’T CARE ABOUT CIVILIAN CASUALTIES. Though Sally’s ire and punishment is typically direct and swift, she has no qualms about cutting down anyone that gets in the way of her path of destruction. Likewise, she really doesn’t care about people getting stuck with the blame for her actions / killings. Which would have sadly been Nea’s fate had they not been taken by the Entity together.

SALLY IS NOT IMMUNE TO THE SEA-BEAR CIRCLES. It sounds like a shitpost, but the best way to relate what I mean is through a reference to that episode of SpongeBob. Sally cannot penetrate circles of salt, chalk, fresh soil (though this is less powerful the further it is taken away from her grave) & eggshells. So if you rip open a bag and pour it around you and your pals. Congrats! You’ve stopped her for now! This said though, now you’ve peeved her off more and she is going to just sit outside the circle and wait you out— you’re alive and she isn’t.

SALLY’S TYPE ARE PEOPLE BIGGER THAN HER it’s really not a high bar, given her own tiny-ness, but if you’re taller and more built than she is, the likelyhood of her pursuing you is a lot greater than if you’re slender or equal in size to her. I mean… like, look at Andrew, man was a LUMBERJACK.

[aspynnwoofs]

So, now I’m really curious. What are your head canons? (Or at least some of your favorite ones, though I’m really fine with hearing the full list if you want to share.)

{Most of the stuff in this list comes into effect after the events of Amphibia unless specifically stated otherwise}

     

Marcy uses a wheelchair or crutches to get around after Amphibia (my main and favorite headcanon, but not always active depending on the situation I want her to be in)

Marcy has circular scars on her arms and legs from the Core armor and cable things from when she was possessed (nerve ports? electrical scars? :/

Marcy is insanely traumatized and can be triggered by small things TwT

Marcy has nightmares often

Marcy gets panic attacks 

Marcy does age regression sometimes, and when she does it’s adorable and Anne but mostly Sasha takes care of her :3

Sasha and Anne (but mostly Sash because I’m just like that) call Marcy lots of sweet nicknames like Marce, Mars, Marshmallow, Marbles, Marmalade, and Mars-Bars, but not Mar-Mar because that’s what Core-Anne and Core-Sasha called her in the illusions. Plus Andrias and he betrayed and stabbed her (My favorite of the nicknames is Marbles) :3 <3

Sasha is the best at comforting Marcy slash calming her down 

Marcy still feels guilty for years and years after Amphibia TwT

Marcy has small scars on her face where the helmet cut and dug into her skin

Marcy is really small and kinda skinny

Marcy was really skinny, malnourished, weak, and exhausted after being freed from the Core helmet

The Epilogue is semi canon depending on how i feel, it’s kinda like an AU

Sasha is buff {alternate wording: Sasha has a lot of muscle} (see pic at bottom if possible)

All of the three Amphibia girls are covered in scars, with Anne having the least. I’m debating whether Marcy or Sasha has more

Sasha’s main hairdo is the one she has in the Epilogue, similar to her hair is Season 3 but shorter (like the picture below)

(Not really a headcanon but still) Marcy has soft amber brown eyes, Sasha has cerulean blue eyes, and Anne has chocolate brown eyes

Sasharcy is a thing <3 <3 :D

The period of time that Marcy is in pain and screams during the possession is a good bit longer than in canon, making Andrias pretty much torture her 

Olivia and Yunan are Marcy’s newt moms <3

Grime is Sasha’s toad dad

Anne is officially a Plantar and Sprig and Polly are her siblings 

Marcy stays unconscious for a few minutes after the helmet comes off

Sasha got super scared and concerned for Marcy when she didn’t wake up immediately after the helmet came off 

(This is a maybe) Marcy gets gray hair from the strain the Core put on her body, maybe from the shocking and pain of the initial possession (plus a whole boatload of trauma)

Anne gets white hair from her death/rebirth, not much but some

Marcy’s hair got way longer during the months in the castle after her ‘death’

Sasha got fairly close with Ivy (Sundew) after they joined forces through the resistance 

Marcy didn’t get to get clean or sleep as Darcy so she’s in pretty bad condition after

Marcy gets sick often-ish

The rejuvenation tank is referred to as ’the pickle jar’

(This is small but anyway) After Andrias stabs Marcy a trickle of blood goes down her chin from the corner of her mouth (there isn’t blood all over the place because the hot nature of the sword cauterized the stab wound…unfortunately…)

The stabbing seriously messed up Marcy’s torso area

Marcy gets kind of mentally tortured when the Core took over, after she refused the false fantasy they had offered, they used the illusions to mess with her and get at her fears

Marcy wasn’t entirely sure Sasha and Anne were the real thing when saved because the Core messed with her 

Marcy was in a lot of pain after being freed from the Core, especially her head

In the AU called ‘You look too much like me’, Marcy gets sick and wounded more and longer than in the OG

Andrias did care for Marcy, just not enough to stand up to his dad for it (come on dude!)

Sasha’s ginormous back injury is NOT ignored and instead addressed properly 

Sasha has some trouble walking after the Sasha/Darcy fight because of the GIANT FLIPPING SLASH ON HER BACK!!! Seriously canon, when that kind of thing happens you can’t just say ‘she’s fiiine…’ and leave it! That wound needs consequences! She does end up fully recovered though 

Post-canon Anne has an identity crisis cause of the clone stuff and it takes a while to talk to her parents about it 

Post-canon Marcy has a guilt complex 

Sasha does become a therapist like in the Epilogue 

Anne does become a herpetologist like in the Epilogue 

You know what, Marcy can be a webtoon artist like in the Epilogue too

Marcy has memory problems because the Core was mean and messed with them >:(

Marcy is autistic, like very autistic (I can’t believe it took me so long to put this!) flappy flappy :D

Marcy is ADHD too

Sasha thinks Marcy is adorable <3

All three Amphibia girls have lots of sweet sweet trauma

They all get flashbacks sometimes, Marcy the worst

Sasha is afraid of falling (I mean after Toad Tower… it makes sense.)

Marcy has chronic pain 

That scene in Season 3a at the store where Anne and her parents are play fighting and Anne’s mom comes up behind her and FAKE STABS her with an orange sword, Anne has a bit of a breakdown because that is EXACTLY what happened to Marcy!

Anne is a lot more torn up about seemingly losing Marcy than in canon. Like dude, your friend just got murdered in front of you! The least you can do is be a bit more… i dunno what to say, but anyway! Dude!

Marcy has a couple triggers, like touching her head where the helmet was, touching her upper back and chest (especially the scars) holding her forearms where she was restrained, stuff like that

Marcy is short. It fits much better to her character and makes her cute and offers so many more shipping *cough* Sasharcy *cough* opportunities 

Marcy has problems with wearing helmets, it reminds her of the Core helmet, triggers flashbacks 

Marcy has huge issues with hurting Sasha or Anne, but mostly Sasha, because of how she hurt them as the Core, gets super worked up about it 

Time limit is dumb and stupid and the worst and i’m tired >:/

Marcy gets a bit nervous when she sees orange stuff, way more if it glows (basically Mar no like orange) because of the Core and the fire sword that practically killed her

Marcy can get tired/exhausted easily 

Sprig and Ivy have a good relationship 

Sasha and Anne care a lot about Marcy, and get worried when she gets hurt or sick or something and it’s great

Sasha is stubborn and doesn’t like to let people know when she’s not doing well 

Sasha is very good with kids

Sasha and Marcy’s parents aren’t very good parents 

Anne’s parents see Sasha and Marcy kind of like daughters

Anne’s parents make sure all three of the girls are doing okay because the other’s parents don’t 

MARCY DOESN’T MOVE please, i need her to stay where people can take care of her (and be worried about her)

Marcy’s blood fades back to red from green quickly 

Sasha will sometimes carry Marcy when needed and sometimes when it’s not, just because 

Marcy, Sasha, and Anne are really good friends, like really good 

You know what, I’m gonna say it again. TIME LIMIT IS STUPID and the worst and I want it to stop, and I’m tired again and I just want to reeeaaad…. Let me read plz TwT 

If they were to meet, Marcy and Luz would get along really well and would become nerd friends 

Marcy and Sasha are guilt buddies- basically they both can connect and relate through their feelings of guilt for the things they’ve done, allowing them to open up to each other in ways they aren’t able to with others, even Anne

Marcy uses little text emoticons like this when texting or writing- ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ hehe :)

When Marcy sleeps, she always snores softly 

Sasha is tall

Anne is also tall but not as tall

Marcy is teeny little short and adorable <3   :3

Marcy has *panic attacks* sometimes 

Sasha’s favorite sound is Marcy’s giggle because it’s adorable <3

Yulivia is super great and very existent 

Yunan likes to watch out for Marcy and stuff

Olivia is tired of being the only adult of the group (Yunan, Marcy, Andrias, and Olivia) and wishes Andrias would act like his 1000-yo self rather than a child… she loves Marcy and Yunan anyway 

Yunan and Olivia are very protective of Marcy 

Marcy sometimes calls Yulivia ‘mom’

Although… Yunan is ‘mama’ Olivia is ’mom’ Marcy is ‘newtling’ or ‘eft’ or whatever baby newts are called

Yunan and Marcy get really close

Olivia despises Andrias for what he did to Marcy >:(

After the Calamity Trio get home, they all stay at the Boonchuy’s while they recover :)

Marcy has dyspraxia (I found the term and use for Marcy in a fic, look it up if you want to know)

Yunan has dyslexia (i found this in a fic too, and for some reason it fits)

Olivia drinks ‘juice’ but doesn’t have it too often  ;)

Marcy and Mr. Boonchuy are besties and game together 

Marcy has newt moms she considers better parents than her biological parents (i mean look at a picture down below some Darcies)

Polly would commit arson if you gave her the opportunity >:D

Marcy’s skin is often cold

Sasha is super affectionate <3

When Marcy first got back from Amphibia, she got night terrors almost nightly

Sasha can be really flirty at times

Sasha and Hunter would be best buds and friend-rivals if they met

Sasha is the best after Marcy like wow, i dont even know why but shes my favorite after marce

Sasha does not blame Marcy even one bit for the scar on her back 

Marcy loves spicy food but has zero tolerance 

Not a headcanon! Matt Braly actually said this: Marcy’s favorite flavor of ice cream is mint-chocolate chip

Marcy uses glasses sometimes and looks adorable in them <3

The girls wear suits instead of dresses occasionally 

Yulivia adopts (or has) a daughter that they name Marceline but they call her Marcy, and she’s green

Yunan wags her tail when she’s happy

Yunan is bad at flirting 

Yulivia’s daughter has autism like her namesake 

Olivia gets really flustered when Yunan does things that show her muscles hehe

Yunan and Olivia have known each other for a long time 

Yunan and Olivia tease each other a lot 

Yunan calls Olivia ‘Liv’ (that one might actually be canon i’m not entirely sure)

Got this idea from a fic: Yunan eats grubhog bacon as payback/revenge

*GASP* I said I was gonna put his but I didn’t! Well I will now. (See next)

Sasha and Marcy would totally get married if they got stuck in Amphibia together without Anne (basically she didn’t come back after dying, so no shards to go back and no Anne, just Sasharcy)

Marcy doesn’t like wearing tight clothing, partially because it’d touch her scar, partially just a preference 

*snicker* Marky Wu       B)

Both Sasha and Marcy are no good at cooking, but Sasha is better at it and less likely to set anything on fire 

Anne is amazing at cooking 

Darcy is totally autistic

Anne is a cat person

Sasha is more of a dog person (wait, she actually says this in season 3b)

Marcy just loves animals, but also birds because it reminds her of Joe

Sasha and Marcy cuddle

Marcy and Sasha are in the hospital for a bit after Amphibia, Anne comes to visit as often as possible 

The Boonchuys really care about Marcy and Sasha, even though they weren’t the best friends before, and even though they made some mistakes during their time in Amphibia. The Boonchuys recognize that the two didn’t have the greatest home life and that they went through a lot in Amphibia, neither will be the same mentally or even physically because of their actions, and they have become better people.

Sprig and Polly are ADHD. Definitely.

Anne’s favorite colors are yellow and purple 

Sasha gets a tattoo of Grime’s symbol on her bicep

Sasha is bisexual (canonically!)

Anne’s only nickname for Sasha is ‘Sash’, but Sasha lets Marcy call her ‘Sashy’ and ‘Sashimi’ and ‘Sunshine’ and all other cute nicknames its so cuuuute and Sasha doesnt let anyone else call her that

(Why the actual heck do i want to use ‘him’ for Sasha? What?) {yeah no i’m just doin it}

If (pffft if) Sasha and Marcy were in a relationship, Sasha would call Marcy all the nicknames and names you call your gf like babe/baby and honey and sweetie along with all the cute affectionate nicknames Sasha has for Marcy. Sasha would be superaffectionate in all the ways, they’d be super cute together. They’d give each other little kisses a lot, on the cheek and on the head and stuff, and Sasha would be very gentle with Marcy. They’d cuddle together at night to keep nightmares away and to make them feel safer. Can you tell I think about them a lot? If not there’s nothing I can do for you. And sometimes I wonder why a quarter of the fanart i have on my phone is Sasharcy… plus most of the art I make… if it isn’t Marcy on her own it’s Sasha with her. I love it :)

The girls get therapy 

At first Marcy covers up as much skin as possible, not wanting people to see her scars. But she eventually becomes more relaxed about it, and wears more open clothing without getting self conscious (got this idea from a piece of fanart, i’ll put it below the stab pictures)

Anne’s parents are named      ‘Bee’ (Mr. B) and ‘Oum’ (Mrs. B)

The nickname that Marcy uses for Sasha most often, more often than his actual name, is Sashy

The Calamity Trio has special nicknames for each other: Sunshine, for Sasha; Moonlight, for Marcy; and Stardust for Anne

When Sasha is feeling extra romantic (even just a tiny bit) he’ll call Marcy Moonlight

Sasha and Marcy feel more at home at the Boonchuy’s than their own houses

Marcy is a physical touch love type of person and Sasha provides that for her

Polly and King would probably take over the worlds if they met

All of the people involved with everything get nightmares about it for years afterward

Sasha sometimes has dreams about losing Marcy, and sleeping/cuddling with her helps reassure him

When the Calamity Trio go back to school they don’t really talk to many people

Anne gets super famous from being on tv

Marcy’s hair loses it’s shine/glossiness after the stuff with the Core, and it takes a bit to come back

The Calamity Trio love going to the Renaissance fair, and Anne and Sasha will show off their sword skills and spar with each other

Sometimes Anne or Marcy (but mostly Anne) will eat bugs unprompted, and other people think they’re crazy

Anne loves frogs a ton

Sometimes nightmares, guilt, and memories keep Marcy from sleeping at night

I’m torn between Marcy having a really bad sleep schedule and Sasha needing to drag her to bed or having her sleep a lot to get the rest she needs to get better/stay healthy and alive 

Maybe sleep paralysis for Marcy? maybe?

When Marcy sees Andrias again she has a panic attack, complete with flashbacks 

The Calamity Trio have tiny flecks of their gem color in their eyes

Marcy is a really good artist and draws a whole lot 

Sasha loves Marcy

Marcy loves Sasha

(oh i was supposed to put something else? sorry i got sidetracked by shipping and i’ll just get back to it-)

Sasha loves Marcy’s art and thinks she’s amazing

Marcy draws Sasha sometimes 

Sasha and Anne both think Marcy is pretty much the most adorable person ever 

Marcy and Sasha may have both had a crush on Anne before, but then they looked at each other (you know how i feel about what happened after)

I like the headcanon of Ally being Marcy’s older sister so i think i’ll use that sometimes 

if i did anything swear related Sasha would swear way more than the the other two. Anne would cuss sometimes, but avoids it most of the time. Marcy just doesn’t, unless in a super severe situation, and when she does it startles Sasha a ton (hehe)

before Amphibia, Marcy was super naive and cheerful and happy and very visibly autistic in a lovable way most of the time, and that virtually disappeared after everything that happened to her. but then, months after getting back, Marcy starts to show that side of herself again, and it makes Sasha and Anne so happy they feel like crying when they realize 

I think the Calamity Trio would have PTSD, but i don’t really know what that means so take it with a grain of salt 

Marcy thinks Sasha looks hot in his toad armor

Marcy very much does not forgive Andrias, he def does not deserve it

Felicia Sundew knows medical stuff and can treat injuries 

Marcy cannot tell when someone is being sarcastic or ungenuine, she just can’t tell the difference, so Sasha makes his jokes extra obvious and points it out to her when someone else does it so she can understand 

Sasha loves making Marcy happy, it’s his favorite thing ever to see that the things she went through didn’t break her, and that she is still happy despite everything 

Sasha and Marcy are really good at making each other feel loved 

Anne can be aro/ace so i can leave her out of the ship 

Anne ships Sasharcy

Sasha and Sprig get along sort of but won’t admit it 

Maddie and Marcy are besties 

when Maddie found out what happened to Marcy from Sasha she was devastated and swore vengeance on Andrias

Sasha is really frogging sappy